Even though she was financially well off she was becoming more and more frustrated sitting idle. It was becoming tough for me to cheer her up and I st...rted dreading meeting her.I slowly started avoiding her and reduced my meetings with her. Pam was becoming more and more attached to me and was desperately trying to ensure that our weekly meetings continued. I was running out of excuses of not meeting her.I finally agreed to meet her and told her that her depressing behavior was driving me nuts. He loves me and I know that. He is loyal. He is a good breadwinner. We live well and have all of the material things to make us comfortable and secure.Maybe therein lies part of the problem, all the material things? Are there other things that are important? What about the other things it is so hard for husbands and wives, who are intimate with each other, to talk about? What about the fact that in spite of my unquestioning love for him I have a harder and harder time reaching an orgasm as he. I had eaten Mom and Grandma a lot up until then, but Lori was a girl close to my own age and she had spent a lot of time with her Mother, so both of us knew what to do and we often held hands during school and we spent every lunchtime together in her bed making love. After a few weeks of doing it all the time at lunch, Lori and I would spend the rest of the day without our panties on, and we caused Mr. Brown and Jon's cocks to get hard when they looked at us. With summer coming up we wanted to. Then just as if he could read my mind, I felt Mark pull his finger out of my pussy. I waited a few seconds then pulled mine out too. Mark quickly lifted my legs and placed them around his waist, shoving his rock hard cock in my pussy in one swift thrust."Oh, Auntie Ana, your pussy is so tight!" Mark moaned out."Oh, Mark baby, your cock is so fucking huge. Fuck nympho Auntie like the slut I am." I replied moaning in pleasure…"Oh, Auntie, you are a slut. You will be my slut from now own…! He.